I’m not fat.

19 weeks this Friday. Baby Dwight is about 6 inches long. That’s not including legs which, if its parents are anything to go by, are probably at least a foot long themselves.

For weeks I haven’t been able to believe there’s actually anything in there, but then this happened:

For years my weight has fluctuated, and every time I’ve put on a little extra pudge, I’ve immediately thought, “I need to walk more….I need to watch what I eat.”

Watching my tummy bloom this time is different, of course, but I’ve had to train myself to let go of that old voice.

I’m learning to love this new body of mine (it helps that its mostly my tummy growing and not everything else), because I can see it’s doing exactly what it’s supposed to be doing – making room for the little life that’s growing inside of it.